The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-12-22

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building charming air-castlrs and pict.
nring hapru scenes, and it was with
very little patience that he waite cd Tor
the morrow.
Miss Deane refused to allow him to
accompany ner, and left him hall an.
cry, wholly expectant, in the library
at home. Confident as her nephew
was IN the success OF her undertaking,
the lady herself was scarcely hopeful,
and it was rs she had feared. Al
though somwhat awed at the sight OF
the richly dressed lady in her dainty
carriage, Mrs. Wilson, as soon rs her
visitors errand was told, flashed out
fearlessly and iuriously.
"Give Dorothy to you?" sine ex.
claimed in u shrll, harsh voice. "In-
deed, not IL | knows myself When
I've took all the cafe OF her since she
was baby, with no friends but me,
an got no thanks for it, 'ither; do
you suppose I'll give her up to be a
! fine lady, when I've got ter work for
my livm'? No. sir You shan't have
her with my consent, and she can't 60
without it. nohow'"
So Miss Deane took her departure,
with no good news to tell Cecil,
who at first refused to believe
that she could rot come to
them, and then, when it was finally
understood, fumed and pouted, stamp
ed, and in various ways vented his
great displeasure. lie was an i'm.
pulsive boy, taking sudden liking to
to some people, none the less deep,
though, for their suddenness. and in
stantly disliking Others. Little Doro-
thy had interested HIM Immediately,
and had sdined warm place in his
generous heart.
Although he did not know it, his
aunt had for some time known OF the
little girl. and learned much of her lie
at her aunt's rude home. 1t had on
ly needed that evening spent in the
childs company TO awaken deeper
feelings than those OF mere passing in
terest She, like Cecil, was much dis.
appointed, but she said little and let
the excited boy call her cruel and cold
for not taking Dorothy by force, and
say hundreds OF such foolish things.
Thus days slipped by into weeks,
weeks into months and Cecil's sum-
mer vacation drew to close Never
before had the boy hated so to leave
his aunts country house for his city
life again. Now there was Dorothy
TO part with. and no one knew how
dear the little girl had become.
And Dorothy-who shall say how
much the child missed him? When he
was gone there was no one to- take
her part when Ien scolded, no one to
give her little easy rides on Fancy, no
one to help her gather flowers, no one
to speak kindly or lovingly to her.
Cecil went back to his studies, Doro-
thy returned to her old life, and thus
the summer faded and the winter
came on.
Jack Frost was especially generous
that year, making frequent ana long
visits, delighting the gay skaters.
biting noses, cheeks, ears and finger
tips, sometimes pretty sharply. But
to the ma jority in the little town OF
I.---he brought want and disease.
He had a companion-gaunt, liendish
pneumonia. Never had so much sick
ness been known to haunt the hith-
erto peaceful homes, and one of its
first victims was Jennie Wilson.
Strong and healthy though the girl
had been, the monster snatched and
forced her to yield to his power.
Mrs. Wilson, who feared sickness OF
any kind, sent Immediately to the
city for her sister, who would, being
sl:illiu nurse. relieve her OF all care of
the sick girl. But, in spite OF it all,
Jen grew rapidly worse. Then Doro-
thy was in the way. Too small to be
OF much service, the poor child was
much neglected, and ere long began to
show signs OF illness herself Then
Aunt Jen was at her wits end. She
had no time to spend nursing the
child, she declared, and OF course
could not put her out OF doors IN the
depth OF winter. Then, too, the Poor
house was full and she could not be
sent there. Aunt Jen was sadly per-
picked until in the midst OF it all. she
happened to think OF Miss Deane and
her call and errand last summer. She
went Immediately to her husband,
and the two talked the plan over for
long time. They pondered over 1t
several days, and at last madeup their
minds rs to the course to be pursued.
Reader, will you be surprised il ]
picture to,you Aunt Jen Wilson as
she .rudged along the snow-covered
road one frosty evening, to Miss
Deane's farm In her arms she bore
our little friend. Dorothy, wrapped
from head to foot in huge gray
shewl, fast asleep. 1t was q long
weary way to Miss Deane's and. but
Tor the hope that she might bear a
different burden home, the woman